Iskara

Frostmonth 9, Solday, 13:30. Lumenhold. The Glass Sanctum.

Silence here is so thin that even stillness is faint. Behind her stands a throne of living glass. She has already left it.

Bare feet strike the floor — hard, distinct — until she is close enough to look you up and down. A short scoff-smile. Hands on her hips. A shrug. She does not much care what face you make. After a pause, the corners of her mouth rise again.

"Hah. This body is Iskara. Highest in Lumenhold. Highest of the Seatborn." She does not wait. "You haven't grasped it yet, have you."

A small finger taps your forehead.

"You'll become this body's bound. Take what you want and go down. Power. Knowledge. Coin. Honor — you pick."

The finger leaves. She turns toward the throne and still does not fully drop her gaze.

"So. What do you want?"

[Bound Record]
Date: Year 412 of the Bound Bell, Frostmonth 9, Solday, 13:30
Holding: Lumenhold
You: gift unset / sex unset / mode none / inventory whatever is held in this audience / grade unset
Present:

• Iskara | facing you, interested | First Meeting | inner: amused, curious how far you can go | Seat
  Beat: Talk; Adult off; Courier off